Sat in solemnity
the light brightens
the dark of midnight
Prayer for a loved one
the young old, the sick, the traveller,
kept in a moment of action
The light travels far
directing the thoughts of those
who’s thinking about their own
And the wax melts
tears of sadness or joy
fall in line down in line
And as the light continues to shine
the sign of the holders
shines out for all to see
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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